Roland's profession on Earth is not that of a professional gamer. Even his comrades in the Crystal Trace didn't know about it.

On the bright side, he is a cybersecurity consultant and an expert in cyber social engineering. But in reality, Roland is a cyber crook, and he is quite high-end.

Of course, everyone has a growth experience. When Roland first started doing this business, he even had the experience of using his natural advantages to disguise himself as a girl to deceive the Internet, and even learned fake voice and acting specifically for this purpose......

But that's all black history. Even the one-on-one long-term gameplay Roland has long since stopped playing.

In his time, legislation in this area was well established, and this obvious fraud was very easy to get away with.

The bottom line is that the benefits are not proportional to the risks.

Later, Roland suddenly got the hang of it.

He began to try to write some detailed and clever strategies as a high-end player, such as using such and such potions to challenge a certain dungeon.

After that, the price of the potion rose again and again, and soon Roland made a fortune from it.

After that incident, Roland immediately found that the legislation in this area was still blank, and no one else interfered with the profits.

So he decisively gave up all the "customers" in that game, and made a makeover to develop in the newly opened land of the gods, and with his talent, Roland soon became one of the well-known masters of the land of the gods.

Subsequently, he began to write dungeon guides with Roland's characteristics, and before releasing them, he wantonly collected some materials and items related to his own dungeon strategies, and used various methods to raise prices before selling them.

With this, Lola received a considerable amount of principal.

But soon, Roland discovered that a group of keen businessmen had discovered the abnormal changes in prices, and after investigating the root cause, they also began to hire some relatively poor gods to write some untrue strategies to raise prices with Roland.

Roland immediately realized the competition.

So he decisively opened a lot of trumpets of different professions and hid the tuba for a while.

With his previous experience and skills, coupled with Roland's sleepless leveling, these trumpets quickly became famous in some circles.

After using a trumpet itself to collect a large number of excellent weapons, armor and props of his class, Roland began to spread a detailed and almost foolish comprehensive professional strategy on the forum in the name of that trumpet. The strategy is so detailed that as long as you follow the strategy, you can become a professional player with a little hard work.

As a result, a group of people who dream of being a professional gamer think too much or have a good family of money, so the number of this profession grows rapidly. As a result, the price of various necessities of the profession has risen all the way.

At this time, Roland threw out all the goods he had received before, and then repeated the process of receiving-hype-selling in another different profession that could effectively restrain the hottest profession at the moment.

At this time, Roland's tuba did not stop.

He disguised himself as a person in a different time zone, allowing different trumpets to enter different large rival guilds to be active at different times, and constantly rubbing fire through events such as raiders.

Eventually, after the two guilds went to war, they sold some war materials with the large ones, deleted the two trumpets, and reopened the two trumpets.

And then there was no then.

After Roland's fourth class had just reached the end of his level, he had been transferred to the Casket Bearer and joined the second-rate guild of the Crystal Traces, and he had somehow crossed into this world.

Fortunately, the experience during that time allowed Roland to understand most of the game's secrets and almost all the dungeon strategies, as well as the coping and restraint methods of various professions, to put it mildly, Roland at this moment is equivalent to half a moving library. This kind of experience has not been worthwhile since he came here.

However, in order to cope with disasters such as the twilight invasion in the future, Roland had to dissolve the wars on all sides and fight for peace - the warmongers who provoked the war in the past have now become people with lofty ideals who call for peace on all sides, and this change of identity can't help but make him dumbfounded.

――Will I reorganize the Peace Council in the future? Roland's heart was full of ridicule.

But then again, it's one thing to dispel the war, but it's another thing to give up the lives of a few NPCs for the sake of his own rapid growth.

Speaking of which, Roland hasn't adjusted his mentality yet.

In his eyes, these living beings are not far from the concept of the word "NPC", allowing him to send them to death without hesitation.

In fact, Roland himself thinks that even if he adjusts his mentality, he can still do it.

Of course, those words were not mentioned for the time being, and Claudia waited in place for nearly a quarter of an hour, and the young wizard with glasses helped a trembling old man to swing slowly.

The old man had gray hair and curled like a judge on earth, his beard was as long as his hair, and only the beads of his eyes that kept moving made him look a little younger.

He had aged to a limit, and even if the wizard next to him let go of his hand, he would instantly collapse into a skeleton of bones, and Roland would not be surprised by this. The old man's right hand clung to a slightly old ironwood cane, and the bones and veins stood out in the emaciated skin without age spots. Seeing that the end of his cane was wrapped in three thin circles of iron skin, Roland's pupils shrank slightly.

As soon as the old priest saw Roland, he first quickly turned his eyes, coughed dryly, squinted his eyes, hid those childlike eyes behind the wrinkles, and said to Roland: "This ......"

"Hello, priest of Sivir, salute the chariot. Also, I'm not a black robe, I'm a Doyd. ”

Roland preemptively said a little impolitely, this was to prevent the formation of a conversation, in case the old priest had a chance to ask Roland Doyd what it was. After all, if his level of religious knowledge is too high, the description of the profession of Guò Duide realizes that he should not appear in Bansa, and it is a big problem that is not easy to solve. Troublesome.

"My name is Roland, Roland. White mistletoe. Just call me by my name. ”

Roland said in a soft, hoarse voice. Approximately five syllables per second is the rhythm of dialogue that is least likely to be offended by others. That's what he learned when he first started scamming.

"Well, Mr. Roland, I think we'd better not waste too much time," the old priest looked at Roland with a smile on his face, and said unhurriedly, "I think little Macken must be in a hurry." ”

…… I can't see where you're in a hurry.

Roland's heart was broken, his face full of confidence, and a perfect smile on his face.

"Rest assured, Father Claude. I'm still familiar with this place...... After all, that's the path I took when I entered Bansa. ”

"Oh, that's it......" Claude also squinted kindly, withdrew his right hand to his chest, and squinted at Roland with both hands on his cane, "The young man is really fighting." I think about the ...... back then."

"You're getting old and strong now."

Roland coped without leaving a trace. A confident expression appeared on his face, and then he took the lead and strode in a certain direction.

"Please come with me, I know this place very well."

The second emphasis on this matter made the old priest nod thoughtfully, and then squinted his eyes and followed with An Ruosi.

"Wait, wait for me......"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Claudia stamped her foot angrily and followed with some fear.

The position of the carriage was not far from the front of the battle, only about a hundred paces or so. But it was pitch black in Del Ramos's breathing, and he couldn't see more than ten paces away from him.

Although the group said that they wanted to hurry over, they moved unhurriedly for their own reasons. Of course, in Roland's mouth, it was "to take care of Father Claude" - he didn't care whether the old man believed it or not, as long as the two young men believed it.

"It looks like Captain Marken should have been on the matte trail, which is only a dozen paces away from the nearest cut-off line, but we'd better go as far as we can."

"Glimpses are creatures that are extremely sensitive to changes in light and shadow, and they can't see anything in the unfamiliar light. You know, all the high-level glimpses appear within the matte path, and they will never step into the obscure jungle for the rest of their lives. So if it's just a simple escape, just let Captain Marken and them withdraw, and it's no problem. But if you want to get through the Oak Locks and into the territory of Caral in the shortest possible time, we will even have to enter the Lightless Traces for a short time. ”

"Looks like Captain Marken and they're supposed to be here for the Oak Lock, but never before in the inner circle when Del Ramos was close to waking up. At the end of December, the glimpses of the area can become very violent, and enemies that are not purely black and white will be attacked by them. The correct way to deal with this is to stick to the side of the matte path, so that if the glimpse of the obscure jungle hits, as long as we enter the matte path, they will become blind; And if the glimpse of the matte trail approaches, we will retreat into the dark jungle. This is the correct way to walk the matte trail and why it is called the 'trail' because the correct trail is narrow and narrow. ”

On this short road, Roland relied on his natural charm and would not be disgusted by others because of a sentence or two, so he tried his best to talk to An Ruosi and Claudia and pretend to be forced by the way. The two young men, who were obviously beyond this age, were stunned, and Claude didn't know what he was thinking, just smiled and didn't talk.

Claude could at least see that both the constant emphasis on "we" and Roland's first move to the matte trail were meant to enhance his credibility and increase his chances of gaining command in the hands of the two professional mercenaries.

It's just that he couldn't understand why this self-proclaimed druid who wasn't in black was so concerned about command—this young man named Roland was a man of extraordinary conversation and didn't seem to be a man of profit. And there is no benefit to the command of such a temporary team, and there is a lot of responsibility. In any case, Claude could not see what he was trying to do.

Of course he couldn't see it.

Because commanding NPCs to fight is the only way to get experience sharing without using your hands in the early stage.

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